In case you missed it: Here is the first post in this Series: Switchbacks: Let The Journey Begin
I heard that groan.
Most people hate running on a treadmill because they feel like a hamster on a wheel. They get bored. They detest not going anywhere. They abhor the monotony. And they quit.
Unlike running outside, running on the treadmill is much harder, mentally speaking, and thus easier to quit—just turn off the machine, walk away, and head for the shower. You don’t have to go far to find reasons to quit—your labored breathing and burning muscles are enough to get the excuses flowing.
But what brings me back time-after-time, day-after-day is: Read More
“I feel like I’ve been here before…”
No, I wasn’t having an episode of deja-vu, I was hiking switchbacks.
It was spring break 2019, and my family and I (sans Camron who was at Iowa State) were in Arizona doing one of our very favorite activities…exploring new territories.
After months of frigid temperatures, feet upon feet of snow, and heavily cloudy skies—the Arizona sunshine is exactly what we needed. It didn’t even matter the temps were lower than normal; mid to upper 60s felt down-right tropical after spending several weeks below zero and many more hovering just above it. Plus, the opportunity to be outside without feeling like Ralphie from A Christmas Story was intoxicating.
I love hiking and investigating new areas. It fills my soul!
But the morning of our week’s first hike, my thoughts and emotions tempered those passions. Read More
You get the picture.
How did you respond?
Did you obey immediately? Or did you argue with Him about it? Read More
Comparing ourselves to others is cancer to our soul. It robs us of ambition and erodes our joy.
When we’re consumed with trying to determine how we measure up to those around us, we forget we’re fearfully and wonderfully made in the likeness of God. We forget we’re knit together for a purpose. We forget we’re loved and equipped to carry out that purpose. We forget we have but one standard. One command to follow. One rubric we’re measured by. Read More
Sometimes God blesses you with people you didn’t know you needed until they were there. That’s how I feel about Jeanne. Over the last few months, she has been a light and a blessing in my life.
And the more I’ve gotten to know her, the more I’ve been able to appreciate her and her heart–a heart that beats with kindness and love. It’s so refreshing!
Jeanne Doyon writes and speaks from the heart, Read More
A simple list. Nothing too “earth-shattering” here–until you read between the lines. Until you gather the stories that make up the bullet points.
Susan is no stranger to pain, loss, and devastating heartbreak. But as the tattoo on her right wrist states: Read More
Discontentment is carbon monoxide to our soul.
It’s a silent killer that’s odorless, tasteless, and invisible. It slips in unnoticed, robs us of joy and traps us in a prison of self-absorption and pride. It causes us to focus on what isn’t instead of being grateful for the blessings that are. Read More
It was not until I sent out the invitation to writers to be my guest on Follow Friday that I met Joy. Since then, she has come alongside me and offered encouragement and love like Barnabas. I have not only enjoyed her blog but have gleaned much wisdom from it. If you have not visited yet, I encourage you to do so and sign up for her newsletter.
Her profound faith and love for Jesus are contagious. Read More
On Friday I watched my undefeated Stillwater Ponies Varsity Wrestling Team battle their way to their third state tournament appearance in three years.
Their first two duals weren’t even close, nor were they expected to be. Stillwater won both by a WIDE margin.
However, their third dual was a different story.
They were about to face a TOUGH opponent. Read More